My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

You Have Lost No Reputation At All, Unless You Repute Yourself Such A Loser.

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.